Sad café


I sat in the café and there she was
Ten years since and not a word
She sat at the window as proud as could be
Not a call a letter a text or email
She looked older, but I guess she would
I asked the waiter how long she had been there
He told me he hung her there last week
"A magnificent painting you will agree"
He said to me
I asked who the sitter was (like I had no idea)
"Oh, that's my wife" he smiled at me
An emotional iron weight almost toppled me
I paid for the coffee and left
Not a call a letter or text.




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-04-07 at 00:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A very nice story and read. The twist in it being a painting was so clever.
2015-04-07